But after school,
all the young animals
must get their rest.
An d when night falls over Wildwood Heart,
it finds them snug and warm in
their nests.
Now to sleep, now to rest,
While the soft night descending
Covers all, great and small
Till the new day is born
Deep in the shadow
Soon you'll forget all the
cares of the day
So to sleep slumber deep
Let the self -righteous follow you
Mother's near, never fear
She will keep you from harm
Lulled by the night wind
Close to her breast
Now peacefully, lovingly
Tenderly rest
Ooooooh. Oooooh.
Harry grew up thinking
that all her neighbors were friendly.
Then, quite by accident,
she discovered the Martin.
Now,
Martin is a large tree -climbing weasel,
an d it s favorite meal is a
squirrel.
Perry was exploring the ground
for the first time
when she met the Martin face -to -face.
The marten chased Perry back and forth.
Until Perry reached the stream
and jumped in and swam as all squirrels do.
A martin hates water,
Perry escaped,
but she couldn't return to her home.
She was lost and alone
in a strange part of the forest.
And now a new danger threatened,
for this was the territory of
the wildcat.
Perry's life would have been over then and there,
but a warning cry from another squirrel
came just in time.
Perry escaped by running up the side
of a big pine snag
and popped in the nearest hole
and looked out.
Down below,
the wildcat was leaving.
It was then that Perry saw the young
fel low
who had saved her life
by warning her of the wildcat.
His name was Poro,
and he lived in a small pine tree nearby.
Now Poro had one weakness,
and that was his nest.
He spent all his spare time working on it,
but somehow something always seemed
to happen to it.
Perry watched him
from the safety
of the friendly snag.
Poro pretended he didn't see her,
and that chasing wildcats
away
was an everyday job.
He hopped inside his nest
made of grass and moss.
Then, much to his embarrassment,
the bottom fell out.
An d Poro with it.
Down below,
he watched his nest fall apart bit by bit.
But Poro was a clever squirrel
and didn't waste time pouting.
He ran up an aspen tree
and moved into an abandoned
wood pecker's nest.
But something was wrong here, too. He heard
a strange grinding sound.
Poor Poro.
A beaver had selected this very
tree to cut down,
and down it came, Poro and all.
Well,
there was nowhere else for Poro to go
except under the ground.
It wasn't very dignified for
a pine squirrel,
but at least it was safe.
And, although he'd never admit it,
he was near Perry,
who spent all her time storing
pine cones
and nuts in the big ol' snag.